The stream (all workshops)
Wait for me
around the edge
when it’s my time
hold my hand
squeeze it gently
to show your love
come to my arms
just for a while,
as time slips
below my feet
when in a whiff
I’m about to go
over the cliff
hold me tight
just once more
for then who knows for sure
whether I shall be
Haiku
Ladies day I walk
Midday sun no shadow thrown
A summertime home
Haiku
There is a deep hole
Where the water is well down
Drop bucket to fill
Haiku
The leaf twisted off
Fell to the hard frozen ground
The shadows grew long
Haiku
Water fell in space
Rainbow above holding all
beauty of a mist
Senyru
Many bad pains felt
A bonding that makes you cry
Tiny hands reach out
Senyru
I know exactly what's up, friend
and I usually have things right;
but in my quest to not offend
I'll try my best to seem polite.
I don't care much for conflict, so
at those times I may look away;
but, I'll remember times with you
wish I'd stayed at home that day!
You're brand of scandalousity
does almost make me ill;
a detour would have set me free
avoiding clashes with your will.
Your hidden mind agendas, or
what really makes me tense;
THE WELL OF LIFE
by Ian Thomson
My Life, as far as I can tell,
Is like a stone dropped down a well.
It falls free, with uncaring speed,
Yet seems to hold all that I need.
But I know that quite soon the noise;
Those echoes of my woes and joys,
Will disappear like winter geese
As I, with weary splash, find peace.
the warmth of pleasure
settles like a shot of
greasy brandy
vernacular television spotlight
bathes my beauty
and we adore the wretched
sheets
eating chips while the affects
slithers like a serpent through
us
she dances
looking for her selves
in the haunted mirror
naked and alone
the kitchen chair like a toppled
throne is jammed secure
against the knob to the hall
the dirty carpet
"you dont fucking call me anymore"
two little babies
different in appearance
but loved both the same
After the auspicious consideration
given to this procedure I am left with no choice
I am to fight the same fight
handed over to me
at birth
No one asks
for such responsabilities in life
Thats why it's detremental
in our existence
to abide by simple rules
Produced to conform the unconformable
Seemingly made to be broken
Unspoken thoughts invade
my surroundings
When he was small
if I ever drew ahead
'Wait for me, wait for me,' he would call.
He'd follow with little pumping legs
running so fast
I was afraid he'd fall.
I'd tarry by the open door
so he'd not lose sight of me.
As he grew older
he was always running late.
'Wait for me, wait for me,' he would plead.
Thus for his sake
I would hesitate.
I would heed
the entreaty
and slow my feet,
so by the open door we would meet.
Blind Choices
my vision is clouded over,
a misty veil obscures my sight.
I frantically attempt to focus,
straining with all my might.
Wanting to be unruffled,
feelings get in the way.
Common sense is stifled
as heavily it does weigh.
Doubt rears its ugly head again,
dare I to believe,
in all that has been sacrificed
and all we could achieve?
Formidable is the gossip
destruction set free.
This time I will ignore it,
and treat it as debris
Sometimes it takes a leap of faith
Death by uselessness.
What do you do?
Reproduce?
You'll be forgotten in three generations.
Write poetry?
Oh please, you'll be forgotten in five minutes.
Let's face it,
you are soon gone and forgotten.
Immortality is a farce.
Reproduction is most often perpetrated
by the inept and morons,
a reversal of natural selection.
Who said human life is sancrosanct?
Who said that?
Some religious freak.
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